Concealed - Jesse X Reader: Minecraft Story Mode

Chapter 25

Woah, this took way too long to get out! Sorry about that! But, hey! I can't believe we're coming to the end of this story soon. 

I thought I knew pain pretty well. It's improbably to get through life without experiencing it at least once. But no amount of pain could prepare me for this. I felt a rush of agony surge through my arm, feeling my skin beginning to wither and decay. Along with blood, a familiar black substance was dripping down my arm to the point where I just had to pray the others didn't notice it. Its claws had pierced its way across my body as I stood before it, completely defenceless. I wanted to cry out of discomfort and despair, but I knew if I didn't think of something soon, I was going to die right before the Order. The Enderdragon let out a roar that shook the foundation I was on. I looked down at the weapon I was given. I held a sturdy fishing rod in my grasp as I let out an irritated huff. How was I supposed to defeat a dragon with this?!

Herobrine, on the other hand, was enjoying this immensely. His wide and sinister grin never faltered and he was watching my suffering like some form of entertainment.

He let out a sly chuckle, "I haven't been this entertained since the Witherstorm!".

"Come on, (Y/N)...", Petra muttered to herself. "Think of something before your entire body withers away!".

I quickly dodged its attack, attempting to run around the dragon and find some sort of weak spot. My arm was in so much pain and on the verge of completely falling off. It was in the process of putrefying. I knew that's what happens when you get scratched by the claws of an Enderdragon. If I wasn't quick, I'd soon be fighting with one arm. I held up the fishing rod with my good arm, attempting to see if I can use it as a sword, but to no avail. It blew a fireball towards me as I immediately eluded it, trying to recompose myself.

I took another sharp glance at the rod before a crazy idea snapped into my brain. I took the hook part between my fingers (Of my good arm) and waited for the dragon to attack me. I remembered what Jesse told me, back when I was first getting to know him. I composed my arms and legs just like he showed me, my knees slightly bent, my hips in the accurate position. Phantom hands made their way on my waist as the memory of him holding me lingered in my mind. I promptly shook the feeling out of my head and forced myself to focus. I made the dragon think it had the upper hand, which made it gradually advance to me, giving me time to prepare myself. It lunged towards me, its claws unretracted as I hastily dived out of the way, just in time to barely avoid its grip as I rush around it. Before it could turn towards me, I immediately leapt onto its rough spine as I began climbing to its head. It swung me around a lot, but I stayed persistent and was able to grip tightly onto it as I finally reach the top. I took the hook in the fishing rod and drove it into both of its eyes. It let out a howl in pain as it managed to shake hard enough for me to slip off.

Herobrin interlocked his fingers, "Perhaps I underestimated her...", he teeth began to show in his grin.

The dragon blindly stomped around before its foot slipped over the edge and it went plunging into the oblivion below. I let out sharp exhales and my feet gave out. My hand was pressed against my chest as my heartbeat was too fast for me to count.

"Eh, I was expecting a little more blood...", Herobrine gave a slight pout. " But I guess beggars can't be choosers".

Now having the time to rest, the burning in my arm increased tenfold. I attempted to hold back whimpers and tears, but it hurt so badly like something was gnawing on the wound and tearing off each layer of skin. My arm was barely staying intact with my body.